For the past two days, all I can think about is the GPS tracker.

They're like they're possessed, not even considering whether or not it's allowed.

If they really don't allow it, Xing Baohua can only watch helplessly. Even the authorities haven't done it, so why should the civilians? What if they bring equipment into the restricted area to get location data? Wouldn't that expose them?

This matter is fraught with difficulties and challenges.

I haven't slept well for two days in a row and I'm not feeling well.

Xing Baohua did not accompany the group to the airport to pick up the people, but instead chatted with the people from the reception office at the city hotel.

Upon seeing the hotel manager, Xing Baohua walked over, pulled him aside to a secluded spot, and asked, "I heard you've got some good stuff here?"

"There's nothing special about it, just some seafood from Lu Qing."

"I just heard from the reception office that they saw such a long lobster in the back? Here's what we'll do: have the chef make three portions for me tonight, one to be delivered to my house and one to my mother-in-law. I won't let you lose out; whatever price you sell it for, I'll give you the same amount!"

"Director Xing, it's not that I don't want to give it to you! It's based on the number of tables, eight tables in total! Okay! The abalone and sea cucumber are dried goods, I have a few extra of these, they're all very big, I'll deliver them to your home tonight."

"Why send dried food! It has to be good. Do my parents look like people who've ever seen abalone or sea cucumber? They wouldn't know how to cook it even if we gave it to them. Um, change eight tables to five." Xing Baohua said domineeringly.

"Director Xing, everything else is fine! But I'm having a hard time explaining this change from eight to five! Even if you make up the difference, it still won't be fair!" The hotel manager clasped his hands together, begging Xing Baohua to let him off the hook.

If he really does as Xing Baohua asks, his time as manager will be over.

"What are you afraid of! Just say what I said: setting up eight tables is a waste. I'm also part of the organizing committee. If anyone asks, just push the blame onto me."

Seeing that the hotel manager was still trying to beg him to let it go, Xing Baohua pretended to be angry and said, "Don't give me any more nonsense, or I'll make them all change where they're being received. The motorcycle guys all came for me, they won't be able to say anything if I change them."

"Alright! If Director Xing really has any responsibility, you'll have to take the blame for me!" the hotel manager said with a wry smile.

Xing Baohua wanted to buy lobsters mainly so that his parents could eat something new and he himself wanted to improve his standard of living since he had money. Unfortunately, resources were scarce and expensive, and even with money, one could not necessarily buy them.

The city hotels have connections, and they can occasionally get a batch of these high-end ingredients. It's really just a pretense of hospitality, letting certain people enjoy some delicacies.

Xing Baohua had seen through this long ago, so he wanted to get involved too, even though it wasn't like he wasn't going to pay!

When the hotel is ordering supplies, just help them order more.

Xing Baohua is a person of importance, so this small request is not excessive at all.

In the afternoon, the motorcycle team arrived. Leading them were several familiar faces from the previous negotiations, including the professional manager, Wozko Nim.

The team is quite large, over twenty people, that's impressive! It feels like they're not on a business trip to China, but rather on a free vacation?

Anyway, wherever we go, we get good food, good accommodation, and good transportation. Actually, we don't need to cover everything for our guests; it makes us look like suckers.

Xing Baohua stepped forward to shake hands with Nim, and when he saw the technical director Henry, he went up to shake hands and hug him as well.

Whether the shareholders didn't come or came but didn't introduce themselves to Xing Baohua isn't the point. The point is that many people in the motorcycle team are familiar faces.

It just means there are quite a few new faces.

Larger corporations tend to avoid having a single group of people discuss certain matters; they often rotate personnel to discuss different issues.

Actually, this time they came to choose a factory site and wanted preferential policies, which had nothing to do with Xing Baohua. In fact, the main people who were talking to them were from the municipal government.

His involvement was based on our old tradition: it's easier to get things done with acquaintances.

In the evening, all the city government leaders, number one, two, three, and four, arrived. They hosted the reception and held a small welcome party.

Xing Baohua sat next to Henry and would occasionally ask him how traditional telephones could avoid signal dead zones.

Henry assumed Xing Baohua was humbly seeking advice, so he replied directly, "Wouldn't it be enough to just build more signal towers?"

"What about deep mountains and forests? What about deserts? How do we build signal towers in the vast ocean?" Xing Baohua pressed.

"This! Actually, launching a satellite would solve the problem. I know your country has the capability to launch satellites. Why do you want to develop satellites too?" Henry asked in a low voice.

“Satellites are just a means of communication. I’m wondering if it’s possible to connect mobile phones to satellite signals for civilian services?” Xing Baohua said, pretending to be deep in thought.

Seeing that Henry had taken the bait, this guy started his performance. I wonder if, once he successfully fooled the motorcycle guy, he'll let his Oscar-winning actor have a go at it.

“It should indeed be used for civilian purposes, instead of letting those political parties monopolize resources,” Henry said with a hint of resentment.

"Do you think we'll get permission to develop our own satellite?" Xing Baohua asked tentatively.

"Yes!" Henry's simple answer made Xing Baohua's eyes light up.

From his words, I could tell that the motorcycle application had already begun, and it might have already been approved, which is why he said "yes".

Look, others have already gotten ahead of him.

It's not too late to get on the bus now.

Xing Baohua took out a translated English version of the feasibility plan from his own place and gave it to Henry, saying, "Find some time tonight to help me take a look at the plan. If it seems acceptable, I'm ready to put it into action."

"What is this..." Henry had barely finished asking when he stared wide-eyed at the title above.

The title "Near Earth Starlink Project" greatly intrigued Henry. He couldn't hear a single word of the officials' speeches on stage.

Okay, even if you listen carefully, you probably won't understand a single word.

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